The massage profession didn’t choose me; my mom chose it for me. For a few years, my mom was getting regular massages to help her symptoms of fibromyalgia, and she kept bugging me to go to massage school. I resisted for a while, and then I finally decided to enroll in massage school (you eventually have to listen to you mom) – I’m glad I FINALLY listened to her.
Long before deciding to become a massage therapist, I was interested in healthcare. Specifically, I wanted to be a physician so I could help people heal. In my final year as an undergraduate, I learned that my vision of medicine and helping people heal was not in alignment with the mainstream, pharmacology-based treatment model. I finished my degree in biological psychology, but had no intention of continuing down the path of medical school.
In 2010, while on vacation (of course), I had a massage, nearly cried on the table—and couldn’t understand why. But afterward, when I got off the table, I felt amazing. I told my husband, who was getting his massage right after me, that I wanted to help other people feel this way. Six weeks later, I found myself in massage school.